Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.